Weatherman by Machines Of Loving Grace Lyrics

Get off
The streets rise from the pressure and burst out laughing "get off"
Where the cops all wear leatherized amphetamine stares

Bleed, kid
Get off the street, kid, everybody knows it's going to explode, you say
Bleed, kid
Get off the street, kid, everybody knows it's all wired, it's all wired

Weatherman
You think it over
You've got a moment's respite
Weatherman
Get it over
Infiltrate, you're inside

There was a film, there was a nightmare
Cielo Drive up on the right there

Some people say the weather's no different from what we had yesterday
But there's a house on the hill where the children all kill
Their playthings and plant them like barrels of toxic hatred
Bleed, kid
Get off the street, kid, everybody knows it's going to explode, I say
Bleed, kid
Get off the street, kid, everybody knows it's all wired, it's all wired

Weatherman
You get it over
We penetrate your disguise
Weatherman
Get it over
Twist the fork in the spine

Bleed, kid
Get off the street, kid

Weatherman
You're taking over
Weatherman
Get it over